"Who, me? Oh, I been—lookin' around."
"Your mother is nearly frantic."
Buddy stirred uneasily. "Pshaw! I'm fine. I can take keer of myself.
Nobody don't need to worry about me."
"Good! Now then, you young scoundrel, I'm going to order you the sort of breakfast that goes with what ails you, and while it is coming up, you are going to jump under the shower."
"Where d'you get that 'jump' stuff?" the youth inquired, faintly.
"Besides, I'm clean."
But Gray had seized the phone, and as soon as he had given his order he strode into the bathroom and turned on the water. He was out again in a moment, then laughingly he dragged the aching Texan from his couch. "Under you go," he insisted, "or I'll wet down your whole Japanese flower garden."
"Some pajamas, ain't they? I got a dozen pairs," Buddy said, proudly.
"Quick! If you think I'll consent to hang around a lonesome hotel while you sleep, you're mistaken. I can't tell you how glad I am to run into you, Buddy. I'm dying to have a riotous time."
"Eh?" Briskow turned an inquiring face to the speaker.
"I've been hibernating in the wilderness, sucking my paw and living off my fat, like a bear. I want you to shown me this town."